I got home from work tonight and Adam made us some dinner. The dummy top for my wedding dress had arrived, so I called the girl making it to find out exactly what I need to do with it. She explained, and I’ll try to take care of that tomorrow or thursday and get it sent back to her. Fun.
After dinner Adam and I biked out to the Lion’s Gate bridge, over it and across to Stanley park. We rode around a couple of trails in the park, then onto the seawall where a seagull pooped on me (ew) and I washed it off in the water at the beach. Salt water. Neat. We rode around to English Bay, then across Davie to Seymour and back down to the seabus. I think we were out for just over three hours. I’m attempting to get into better shape before the wedding – yeah, I left it a little late. Whatever. I imagine I’ll look okay.
My stepmother called my future Mother-in-Law to let her know she won’t be attending the wedding. I can’t say that I’m all that surprised, given the complexities of the situation and my refusal to move on this issue. My issue, and I’m comfortable with my decision. Future MIL told me that stepmother would be calling me at some point. I haven’t heard from her yet. I’m generally hard to get a hold of for people living in Ontario, mostly due to the fact that I’m rarely home after work, and by the time I am home it’s past midnight there. Plus, I hate the phone. I find it one of the most uncomfortable forms of communication that I’m forced to deal with on a daily basis. I spend much of my time on the phone contemplating the uncomfortable silences.
I guess the point is, I was prepared for the eventuality that my stepmother would choose not to come. I am not upset by this. I am not feeling a need to talk it out with anyone (especially not over the phone.) I’m actually pretty okay with it, and I’ve been wondering when this sort of thing would happen for the past seven or eight years, I think.